"Tiger, tiger burning bright..."



Freedom. The long, awaited desire of anyone caged or held against their will. Slavery was the only thing that she ever knew. Even as a youngling, she had been born into the life through a twisted magical experimentation. Housed, fed, and trained to the coldest of matron mothers, she had always acted without voice or dissatisfaction.

She studied in secret, learning languate, fighting, sneaking, and any art she could learn, no matter the source. She soon learned that her beauty and exotic markings could be used to her advantage. Siezing this opportunity she learned and progressed from a common house slave to a prized pet within a harem. She was kept for breeding and entertainment, and though she performed with what seemed enthusiasm and interest, she retained in the back of her mind that long lusted desire of freedom.

During a power bid for supremacy, the household of the matron mother she served, came under attack from the next lower house in the hierarchy. Seeing this as her opportunity, she wrested away into the darkness never to be seen again, but not before applying one last heartfelt stab into the household's heart.. literally. The matron mother fell to her blade, ensuring that the consequenting upheaval would render her invisible and unknown.

Now on the surface, she wanders, seeking destiny where ever she may find it.


~Physial Description~

5'2"
99# of feline grace

A modest handfuls covered by the soft downy fur of her body coupled by the graceful curves of womanhood. A long almost prehensile tail trailed behind her, flicking idly.

Emerald green eyes


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No-no's:
Herms, blood/edge play, torture, mutilation, abuse, beating, watersports, scat.